I flew with my father when I was younger almost every weekend. Small singles and twins. And some aerobatics in a Stearman. I haven't flown commercially since before 9/11. I doubt I would enjoy flying commercially any more, due to all of the pre flight nonsense required today. The only "close call" I ever had was when my wife and I flew out here from Chicago on a 737. We were returning from Phoenix to Chicago, (Midway Airlines).
About halfway home you could smell something electrical burning that smelled like insulation. It went away for about 10 minutes, then came back. There was never any smoke, but we made an emergency descent, (no masks were deployed). But you could hear a pin drop in that airplane all the way down to 10,000 ft. We made an emergency landing in Wichita, Kansas. It turned out to be a burned out fan blower motor of some kind that supplied cabin ventilation. Wichita was not a regular stop for Midway, so we waited about 2 hours while they replaced the faulty motor.
This was a while after the Air Canada flight that had an electrical fire, and ended up making an emergency landing in Cincinatti. When 20 some people died in the resulting fire. About 15 passengers refused to board. They quickly moved them into a nearby lounge. Most likely so they wouldn't attract too many "friends". We took off, and made it back to Chicago about 3 hours late all total. After that I only made one other commercial flight, and that was back here from Chicago when we sold our home some years later.